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I was a freshman in high school, who was asked to a homecoming dance by a junior, who happened to be a friends' girlfriends' friend. Sort of a blind date. She was reasonably attractive, but she kept poking me all night asking if I was having a good time. I said **** this to my fiend, and walked out of the dance 15 minutes into it when she went to the bathroom. She ended up writing about it in some article in the yearbook under the section "worst thing to happen to me". Her response came in at number two.
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